Sandals With A Side Of Steak

YAH, YA! Galloping hastily in and out of trees, whipping the reins along the horse's back. The sound of hand canons going off from the rear; bullets splintering trees to his left and right, just missing his sharp ears with the last shot before they reload. "IS THAT ALL YA'HAV YUH SUNS UH BITCHES!" the rider yells, filling the momentarily still air.  The distance between them and the gang begins to grow. The sound of panting in the air was so loud you couldn't tell if it was the horse or his rider at this point. The yells and gunshots begin to dim until it is just them and the morning dew as the sun begins to break out of the horizon and through the leaves for the start of a new day.  The horse and his rider spent the next 6 days heading east with nowhere to go but as far from where they just came as possible. No food, and no water beyond the occasional stream; just the sheer will to make it one more day. At the end of the 6th day though, their luck began to chan...

     What's up reader, my name is Aidan Polonsky, the author of this blog you have stumbled upon and more than likely chosen to read as one of your four comments for this grading block. If you are not here for that reason, then please have a seat and enjoy regardless. There's complimentary cucumber water to your right.     For as long as I can remember there has been this feeling in the back of my mind that something is off here. "Why am I in this hallway surrounded by off green worn out lockers and a bunch of kids I barely know, on my way to a class I care nothing about and does not seem to have anything to do with being who I am". Typical existential thoughts of an introspective 15-year-old as far as I knew at the time.         This realization created a spark that ignited into who I have become today and encouraged me to do everything I love to do in my free time to date. You may be wondering "What exactly does that mean you like to d...